( magical theme playing )
( children chattering)
CHILDREN: Trick or treat!
TESS: Crud bars,
gummy gophers
and sugar-coated yuck-yucks.
Whatever happened to candy corn?
I hate Halloween.
It gives death such a bad reputation.
MONICA: Actually,
I'm not that fond of it meself.
How is the Angel of Death supposed to compete
with this kind of propaganda?
I mean, this starts when they are kids.
And by the time they're adults,
they really do believe that death is something scary.
Like it's some evil, dark, gruesome horror show.
Makes me wanna cry.
Have a crud bar, angel boy.
You gonna tell him the real reason you don't like Halloween?
Uh, no, Tess.
I'd rather not discuss it. TESS: Uh-uh.
You can't just not discuss it,
or you'll end up like your new assignment.
MONICA: Who's he?
TESS: Why is it
when people look at an old face,
they never see the child inside?
MONICA: Is that Leonard?
The little boy that was afraid of the dark?
I wondered what happened to him.
Oh, he went on to live a full, rich life.
He became a famous writer.
He still has stories to tell,
but there's one he'd love to forget.
And you're the only one
that can make sure that he doesn't.
Oh, no, Tess. I'd rather not.
Oh, yeah, baby. You going back.
He needs you,
and you need him.
Well, can't another angel handle this?
No, because if you don't handle it,
the Angel of Death will have to.
( Sighs )
October 30th, 1938.
Every time I think of that night...
You blush.
ANDREW: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You mean this happened on Halloween?
Great.
It was the night I first met Leonard.
The night that I first worked with Tess.
It was the night that the Martians landed.
( Mysterious theme playing )
( Della Reese & The Verity All-Stars' "Walk With You" playing )
♫ When you walk ♫
♫ Down the road ♫
♫ Heavy burden ♫
♫ Hea-ea-eavy load ♫
♫ I will rise ♫
♫ And I will walk with you ♫
REESE: ♫ I'll walk with you ♫ CHORUS: ♫ I'll walk with you ♫
♫ Till the sun Don't even shine ♫
♫ Walk with you ♫
♫ Every time ♫
♫ I tell ya I'll walk with you ♫
♫ Walk with you ♫
♫ Believe me I'll walk with you ♫
( typewriter clacking )
( doorbell rings )
Dad, didn't you hear the doorbell?
Yeah, I'm old.
Old people don't hear so good.
You're not old. You're just ornery.
Send 'em to medical school, they got all the answers.
You shouldn't smoke. It's bad for your heart.
Yeah, well, so's living.
Dad, there's someone I'd like you to meet.
I don't want to meet anybody.
Come on. I met J.F.K, I met Hemingway,
I met... Audrey Hepburn.
This is Monica.
Hello.
You look...
You look so familiar.
Do I? Yeah.
Well, I meet a lot of people in my line of work.
Monica's your new nurse.
It's wonderful to meet such a great writer, Mr. Pound.
I can't wait for your next book.
Well, don't hold your breath.
He hasn't written a word since Mom died.
You know, you look more handsome than your book jacket.
Is that the Pulitzer Prize?
Look, there's the very pipe you were smoking on 60 Minutes.
I don't need a nurse.
I don't need a cheerleader, okay?
Yes, you do.
He forgot to take his pills last week,
he ended up in the hospital.
Remember to take your pills today, Dad?
I'm gonna take 'em before I go to bed, all right?
Ah, don't worry.
I'll remind you.
LEONARD: Well, you be careful.
My bite's worse than my bark.
You'll get used to him.
Before I go, let me check your heart, okay?
You can't hear what's going on in my heart.
Nobody can.
You're a practicing physician.
Go practice on somebody else, would you?
GIRL: Come on, Daddy.
We're gonna miss all the good candy.
Amy, show Grandpa how pretty you look.
Daddy...
SON: Give Grandpa a nice, big hug.
Daddy...
Come on.
( Stirring theme playing )
Penny.
I'm Amy.
Oh.
Sure. SON: Come on, sweetheart.
Let's go, sweetheart. Let's go trick-or-treating.
Wanna walk us downstairs? Sure.
I'll be right back.
Huh?
Yeah. Mm-hm.
She's...
perky.
Can't stand a perky person.
Grandpa doesn't like me.
Oh, he loves you, sweetheart.
He's just not himself lately.
Why don't you go wait in the car for me?
Bye-bye, Amy.
Goodbye. You sure are a pretty nurse.
Heh-heh. And you're a lovely wee angel.
Looks like no one lives here.
My mum died a year ago.
Dad kept thinking she'd beat the cancer.
Ever since, he's just retreated to his own world upstairs.
He won't let anyone in, won't take his pills.
It's hard to find the right medicine for grief.
At the funeral, he just stood there,
didn't shed a tear.
It's been like that ever since.
It's like his heart is frozen.
Looks like I have my work cut out for me.
Well...
here's his medication and my beeper number.
And, oh...
You don't mind answering the door?
Of course not. I have it under control.
Thanks, Monica. Okay.
Monica, please.
Please, don't make me.
Andrew,
they're just little children.
You mean those gruesome little specters of death?
( Chuckles )
I especially like wee Frankenstein
and his lovely bride.
( Sighs)
( children chattering in distance )
Hello, Leonard.
Are you, uh...?
Are you ready to take your pills?
You know, I never let nurses take care of my wife.
I took care of her all by myself till the day she died.
Her name was Grace.
That's one of my favourite names...
and states.
Yeah, we would have been married 50 years this spring.
You must have a lot of wonderful memories.
Yeah, but... what good are they?
Everything good in me died with Grace.
Ah.
( Doorbell rings )
( knocking on door )
Are you gonna open that door?
I can't, Tess. It's too insulting.
It doesn't become the Angel of Death to whine.
( Doorbell ringing )
MONICA: Tess.
And what is your problem, Miss Wings?
You supposed to be up there, not down here.
Leonard wants to be alone.
Nobody wants to be alone.
I don't know how to get through to him.
Well, you might try taking him back to a time
when he wasn't alone. ( knocking on door )
And I think you know the night I'm talking about.
He doesn't want to remember that.
Neither do you.
TESS: But you've got to,
angel girl. ( Doorbell rings )
This memory will do you both
a lot of good.
Now, you've got to keep knocking on that door.
( Knocking on door) And you...
you got to keep answering that door.
( Whimsical theme playing )
( doorbell rings )
Trick or treat.
Great.
Okay, pal. Who do you think you are?
I'm Death.
Oh, really?
You gonna give me my candy?
Yeah, yeah.
You'll get your candy.
But first,
I think you and I need to have a little chat.
Leonard?
It's time for your pills.
Oh, all right.
Listen, it's getting kind of chilly.
Could you get me a blanket or something? Sure.
Satisfied?
Ah.
That's such a beautiful comforter.
Ah, yeah. Grace made that.
Yeah, she used to sit by that old radio there
with her knitting needles just going
clickety-clack, clickety-clack.
Hm.
Oh.
His Master's Voice.
I haven't seen this little dog in a long time.
LEONARD: Yeah, what was his name?
Er, uh, Skipper? Gipper or something?
Nipper. Nipper.
How would you know? You weren't even born.
I've been around a lot longer than you think.
Do you mind if I have a listen?
Ah, it hasn't worked in years.
How did you do that?
ANNOUNCER: Columbia Broadcasting System and its affiliated stations
present Orson Welles and the Mercury Theatre on The Air in:
The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells.
( dramatic music playing )
The War of the Worlds.
It's an old radio show.
I haven't heard it since I was a little kid.
( Grumbles )
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,
the director of the Mercury Theatre,
and the star of these broadcasts, Orson Welles.
WELLES: We know now that in the early years of the 20th Century...
( car horn honks )
( children chattering )
( cool swing theme playing )
ANNOUNCER: An atmospheric disturbance of undetermined origin has...
( static squealing )
Stop fooling with that, Jimmy. I want the news.
Oh, come on, Grandpa, it's Halloween.
Let's hear somethin' scary.
Unless it's gonna scare little scaredy-cat, Leonard?
I'm not a scaredy-cat. Oh, yeah?
Then how come you still sleep with the flash-light
and that stupid ray gun under your pillow?
You'll be sorry when the invaders come from outer space.
Stop fighting, boys.
There's enough trouble in the world already.
Don't worry, Grandpa.
Little Buck Rogers here can lick those Nazis.
He's not afraid of anything, except the dark.
Am not. Are so.
WOMAN: All right! Stop your shenanigans.
I don't want you upsetting your daddy before he goes to work.
Now, let's put on some nice music.
( Radio squeals )
ANNOUNCER: With a touch of the Spanish,
Ramon Raquello leads off with "La Cumparsita."
They played that song at our wedding.
( Tango music playing )
May I have this dance?
Watch this.
Ah, jeepers.
Shh.
You look beautiful.
FATHER: Remember that night?
Doesn't seem that long ago, does it?
Hey! Give me back my gun!
Hey, Jimmy. Come on.
Jimmy, give it back right now. Come on.
Hey, hey. What's this?
Come on now.
Big boys don't cry. Come here.
Look at me.
Hey, come on now.
I got a surprise for you.
( Chuckles )
Wow! A Buck Rogers decoder ring.
Yeah. I got one for me too.
That way we can send each other messages,
always be in touch,
no matter what.
Gimme a hug.
ANNOUNCER: Between the hours of 7:45 p.in. And 9:20 p.in.,
eastern standard time. This confirms earlier reports
received from American observatories.
Now, nearer home,
comes a special bulletin from Trenton, New Jersey.
It is reported that at 8:50 p.in.,
a huge, flaming object,
believed to be a meteorite, fell on a farm
in the neighbourhood of Grover's Mill, New Jersey,
22 miles from Trenton.
Grover's Mill?
That's just down the road.
Yeah, I better get over there.
FATHER: You boys be good.
You mind your grandpa and your ma.
ANNOUNCER: We'll have our commentator, Carl Phillips,
give you a word picture of the scene
as soon as he can reach there from Princeton.
In the meantime, we take you
to the Hotel Martinet in Brooklyn,
where Bobby Millette and his orchestra...
It's probably just...
some kids with some Fourth of July fireworks.
Or Martians.
( Over radio ): This is Carl Phillips again, out at the Wilmuth farm,
Grover's Mill, New Jersey.
I don't wanna listen to this.
PHILLIPS: Well, I hardly know where to begin.
( static squeals ) PHILLIPS: Before my eyes.
What's wrong with this?
Maybe someone thinks we should hear it.
Well, not me.
It was hard enough the first time.
Yes.
PHILLIPS: That's the thing in front of me.
I was so scared that night.
PHILLIPS: Now, there's something I haven't mentioned
in all this excitement,
but it's becoming more distinct.
Perhaps you've caught it already on your radio.
Listen, please.
I don't hear nothin'. Shh.
PHILLIPS: Do you hear it?
A curious humming sound
that seems to come from inside the object.
I'll, uh, move the microphone nearer.
Here.
Ah, come on, Mom. That's kid's stuff.
PHILLIPS: Now, we're not more than 25 feet away.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is terrific.
This end of the thing is beginning to flake off.
The top is beginning to rotate like a screw,
and this thing must be hollow.
MAN: Move it! What's the matter...?
The Martians. It's the Nazis.
That Hitler's a madman.
Better call Tom.
MAN: She's off! The top's loose!
PHILLIPS: This is the most terrifying thing I...
I've ever witnessed.
Wait a minute.
Someone's crawling out of... Someone or something...
I can see peering out of that black hole
two luminous disks.
Are they eyes? It might be a face.
It might be...
( men shouting )
Something wriggling out like a grey snake.
Now, it's another one and... ( gun cocks )
another one, and another one.
They look like tentacles to me.
GRANDPA: Storm troopers.
They've got big black helmets and long grey coats.
I can't get through.
PHILLIPS: It's indescribable. I can hardly force myself
to keep looking at it, it's so awful.
Its eyes are black, and they gleam like a serpent.
The mouth is...
Don't cry, Jimmy.
Big boys don't cry.
PHILLIPS: Quiver and pulsate.
And the monster, or whatever it is, can hardly move.
It's weighed down by possibly gravity or something.
The thing's rising up now, and the crowd falls back.
They've seen plenty.
I still can't place you.
( Doorbell rings)
Would you excuse me a minute? Sure.
PHILLIPS: Have to stop till I can take a new position.
Hold on, I'll be right back.
ANNOUNCER: We are bringing you an eyewitness account...
You going somewhere, angel girl?
Tess, I am not the right angel for Leonard.
If I couldn't help him in 1938, how can I help him now?
Well, who says you didn't help him?
How could I? I wasn't even a caseworker then.
I was just getting my feet wet in Annunciations.
You certainly made a splash.
I was only supposed to deliver a simple message:
"Fear not."
MOM: Come on, kids.
Go, go, go, go, go.
( People shouting )
( horn honks )
( siren wailing )
( yelling)
( glass smashes )
Fear not.
It took me two years to pay this off.
I'm not letting any Martian take my Singer sewing machine.
It's stuck, Mom. It's stuck.
MOTHER: Everyone, stand back!
( Tires squealing )
LEONARD: Mom,
the garage door!
We won't need it anymore. Get in.
Fear not.
BIRD: Fear not, fear not.
( Bird squawks )
( car horn honks )
LEONARD: Mom, you almost hit that lady.
They all thought it was the end of the world.
Well, for one little boy, it was.
You better get back upstairs, angel girl.
And remember one thing:
Fear not.
ANNOUNCER: We continue now with our piano interlude.
What's wrong with this thing?
( Hits radio ) See? It's stuck.
( Hits radio ) Stuck.
( Sighs )
LEONARD: Mom, what are we gonna do about Dad?
I don't know, Leonard.
I don't know.
ANNOUNCER: At least 40 people,
including six state troopers, lie dead.
State troopers?
Oh, my God.
Tom?
ANNOUNCER: The next voice you'll hear
will be that of Brigadier General Montgomery Smith...
She was so sure my father was dead.
But she never cried in front of us.
Just tried so hard to be brave,
to be strong.
Just like you.
She didn't know what to do or where to go.
Funny where we ended up.
BOY: Daddy!
LEONARD: In a church.
BOY: I want my daddy.
( Baby crying )
( all chattering )
It don't seem right bringing a gun into church.
It won't do you no good.
They've got death rays, them Martians.
Used them to blow up New York City.
I had a brother in New York City.
Gotta send a message to Dad.
JIMMY: Don't you get it?
He's dead.
No, he's not. He can't be.
I wanna go find Dad.
You stay right here, Lenny.
MAN: Okay, folks.
It's the secretary of the interior on the radio.
MAN: Citizens of the nation,
I shall not try to conceal the gravity of the situation
that confronts the country.
Nor the concern of your government in protecting...
CHILD: Mama... WOMAN: Shh, shh, shh.
However, I wish to impress upon you,
private citizens and public officials,
all of you, the urgent need... ( sirens wailing in distance )
Where you goin'?
None of your beeswax.
Who are you supposed to be?
Buck Rogers.
I'm an angel.
My mum wanted me to be Shirley Temple.
But I was Shirley Temple last year.
Yeah, well, go back to your mum.
I don't know where she is.
I was at an apple-bobbing party.
That's why Mrs. Carmichael brought us here.
She says it's the end of the world.
Look, I gotta go.
Can I come?
No. Scram.
( Dog barks )
In the meantime,
placing our faith in God,
we must continue the performance of our duties.
MOM: Where was God
when the Martians killed my husband?
( Chattering )
TESS: Where is God?
Right here, where he's always been.
Why is it that you have the power to believe
that there are Martians,
but you don't have the power to believe
that there's a God that really exists?
A God who loves you and has never forsaken you?
We heard the Martians on the radio.
It's the Columbia Broadcasting System.
( Crowd clamoring )
Do you believe everything you hear?
Is there one person in this church
that has actually seen a Martian?
( Crowd muttering )
WOMAN: There are Martians.
♫ Glory, glory, hallelujah ♫
Sing!
ALL: ♫ Glory, glory, hallelujah ♫
♫ His truth is marching on ♫
Sing it again.
♫ Glory, glory, hallelujah ♫
♫ His truth is marching on ♫
Put some feeling in it!
♫ Glory, glory... ♫
TESS: ♫ Hallelujah ♫
Glor...
Fear not.
It's a Martian!
( Screaming )
MOM: Leonard!
Leonard!
Leonard?
( All screaming )
MOTHER: Leonard?
Leonard!
( Dramatic theme playing )
ANNOUNCER: Speaking from the broadcasting building, New York City.
The bells you hear are ringing to warn the people
to evacuate the city
as the Martians approach.
Estimated in the last two hours,
three million people have moved out along the roads.
Oh, God.
Leonard,
are you okay?
Leonard, your pills.
Avoid bridges to Long Island, hopelessly jammed.
All communication with Jersey shore
closed 10 minutes ago.
Tess, he won't take his medication.
He doesn't want to remember.
How could this be good for him?
The memories are the medicine.
And it wouldn't hurt for you to take a spoonful either.
( Sighs )
You were in such a dither that night.
And I felt about yay high.
Who are you,
and what do you think you're doing?
I'm an angel sent by God.
Don't tell me God sent you.
You're from Search and Rescue, aren't you?
Aren't you?
Yes, but...
I'm on loan to Annunciations.
Have you ever heard the expression,
"Fools rush in where angels fear to tread"?
No, ma'am.
Well, add it to your repertoire
before you rush in next time
and upset the whole celestial apple cart.
I was just trying to help people.
You just run along down the road
and see if there are some animals who need help,
like a lost lamb, some stray cows.
Let's see how you handle that,
angel girl.
MONICA: It was the first time
you called me "angel girl."
Little did I know. ( Chuckles)
LEONARD: Monica? Monica.
Go on, angel girl.
ANNOUNCER: A bulletin is handed me.
Martian cylinders...
Will you turn that off?
I can't listen to it anymore.
Or I don't want to remember.
Please.
ANNOUNCER: St. Louis.
Seem to be timed and spaced.
Now the first machine reaches the shore.
He...
stands watching, looking over the city.
I don't understand.
Steel, cowlish head is even with the skyscrapers.
( grunts )
ANNOUNCER: - -for the others.
They rise like a line of new towers...
Why is this happening?
ANNOUNCER: Now, they're lifting their metal hands.
This is the end now.
Smoke comes out, black smoke
drifting over the city.
( people screaming )
( branch snaps )
Take that and that!
Hi.
( Sighs )
What are you doing here?
You shot me. How come I'm not dead?
It only works on Martians. You're just a dumb girl.
Not as dumb as some of the people in there.
They all think the sky is falling.
Huh?
You know, that story
where Chicken Little thinks the sky is falling,
and all the animals think it's the end of the world.
Ducky Lucky, Goosey Lucy, Henny Penny.
That's my nickname. Penny, I mean.
I wasn't named after Henny Penny or anything.
Look, I gotta go.
What's your name?
Leonard.
Sure is dark out there, Leonard.
Yeah.
It's got fresh batteries and everything.
I use it to make my halo shine.
Okay, come on.
But I get to hold the flash-light.
Okay, Father,
I'm waiting here for guidance patiently.
WOMAN: Ha!
Moses was patient.
Job was patient.
You... not patient.
I beg your pardon?
You gonna snap the head off every angel you meet today?
You're an angel?
Just a sec.
I've got a card in here somewhere.
I never saw you at roll call.
Life Saver?
No, thank you.
Mm.
Little peppermint halo.
Ah. Here.
( Chuckles )
Your name
is Dottie?
You surprised?
What department are you with?
Etiquette.
I'm here to help you improve your manners.
And just what's wrong with my manners?
I got a list in here somewhere.
But for starters, you're supposed to be
a heavenly being, not a holy terror.
Uh, you're not talking about "Little Miss Fear Not"?
Her name is Monica,
and someone up there's got big plans for her.
No. She's going places,
and you're going with her: Up.
It may be difficult to see right now,
But you and Monica will make a great team,
The perfect match, like bagels and cream cheese.
Some things just go together.
She will drive me crazy.
Then you do the driving.
Just remember one thing:
God always has a plan.
Come on.
Try one.
Little halos, huh?
Mm, peppermint.
Mm.
( Crickets chirping )
Look,
over there.
MAN ( over radio ): 2X2L calling CQ.
2X2L calling CQ, New York.
Is there anyone on the air?
2X2L...
isn't there anyone?
I'll bet we're practically the last two people on Earth.
Know my dad's out there.
I gotta find him.
You think he's okay?
He's gotta be.
He's a state trooper.
You're lucky. My dad died last year.
But I still talk to him every night.
How? Well...
I pray.
He's the one who gave me my nickname.
Said I was his penny from heaven.
Now that's where he is.
I guess that's why you wanted to be an angel.
Don't know what I'm doing wrong.
I guess sometimes you're just in the wrong place
at the wrong time, even though you mean well.
That's a... That's a lovely wee bell.
I'm sure someone will hear it and come and find you.
( Cow moos )
Looks like we're both a little lost, hey?
Just remember,
God loves you.
He really does.
And he always helps us find our way.
I don't know where we are.
You mean, we're lost?
Yeah.
Are you scared?
No.
How come boys never say they're scared,
even when they are?
Leonard?
Do you see that?
You think it's a Martian?
Look, Penny,
I don't know what it is,
but before it gets here, let's make a pact,
like Buck Rogers did
in The Marauders From the Red Planet.
I never saw that.
If one of us doesn't make it,
the other must carry on.
How do we seal it?
We have to kiss the Buck Rogers decoder ring.
Okay.
Stand back, Penny. I'll protect you.
( Siren wailing )
LEONARD: Look! Penny.
It's not the Martians, it's a police car.
Dad, Dad!
( Suspenseful theme playing )
LEONARD: Where's my dad?
Where are we going?
Leonard,
there's been an accident.
Oh, I wish there was another road home.
( Melancholy theme playing )
MAN: I let all the animals out of the barn.
I didn't want the Martians to get them.
Then I heard
that it was just a dang radio program.
Dad!
Leonard!
MONICA: Leonard?
What is it? Where are your pills?
What have you done with your pills?
( Dramatic theme playing )
( graceful classical music playing over radio )
Leonard.
Leonard, where are they?
Where are your pills? No.
ANNOUNCER: CBS presentation of Orson Welles
and the Mercury Theatre on the Air,
an original dramatization
of The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells.
The performance will continue after a brief intermission.
( static buzzes )
What's happening?
I'd hate to see him die like this.
Here they are.
Those pills will not help him.
I told you what he needs.
No, Tess.
He can't listen anymore. The memories are too painful.
No, baby.
This memory will take away the pain,
if he has the courage to face it one more time.
Leonard...
try to remember.
Just one more time, please. Monica.
I'll help you.
No!
PENNY: Leonard!
Leonard! Leonard!
Leonard!
Leonard.
( Dramatic theme playing )
FATHER: Always be in touch, no matter what.
No matter what.
What's the matter with you, angel girl?
He needs you.
But you told me...
Now, I want you to hear me and hear me good.
It wasn't right for me to speak to you that way.
I don't say this very often.
We just got off on the wrong foot.
We could stand here all night trying to figure out
how many angels it takes
to dance on the head of a pin.
But that's not gonna help that little boy.
His daddy is dead,
and he thinks it's the end of the world.
Why me?
Because what he needs, you've got.
And what's that? Two things:
A shining spirit...
and yours truly to back you up.
Now, go on, angel girl.
Fear not.
I'm not afraid.
Who said I was afraid?
No one.
But you do seem a wee bit upset.
You talk funny. Are you from Mars?
If there were Martians,
don't you think that God would have created them,
just as he created everything else in the universe?
And that he would love them,
just as he loves you?
If he loved me, then why did he let my dad die?
I can't answer that.
Then what good are you? Go away.
Just go away!
But I want to help you.
I don't want your help! I want my dad!
Oh, but, I...
Go away. I just wanna be alone.
( Melancholy theme playing )
Have you seen my friend? His name is Leonard.
Thanks.
Leonard, Leonard!
I couldn't help him.
The story isn't over until it says "the end."
Oh, baby.
I know.
( Tearfully ): I'm not gonna cry, Dad.
I'll be a big boy.
But I'm afraid, Dad.
I'm afraid.
I don't know what to do.
( Leaves rustling )
Go ahead and cry, Leonard.
It's okay to cry.
( Sobs )
( owl hoots )
Oh.
Ah, she was an angel.
Such an angel.
And there's one here right now, Leonard.
Oh, it was you.
You were there.
Who are you?
I am an angel, sent by God.
I couldn't help you then, but...
I'm going to try to help you now.
I don't want you. I want Penny.
Penny from heaven.
I fell in love with that smile
the first time I set eyes on her.
Penny was her nickname? Mm.
She grew up and...
And I married her.
Oh, now I understand.
Understand what?
Oh, Leonard.
God had a plan.
Well, he always does, but sometimes people forget.
Sometimes angels do too.
But you see, if I had helped you that night,
you and Penny would never have spent your lives together.
She needed to help you then, so that I can help you now.
But she's gone now.
And there's nothing you could do.
I can help you remember.
You had a pact.
The promise
that you and Penny made to each other that night.
You said,
"If one of us doesn't make it,
the other one must carry on."
And you sealed it with a kiss.
She's the only girl I ever kissed.
And just as Penny was there
to help you grieve for your father,
so now I am here, to help you grieve for her.
How?
Tell me how.
Just cry, Leonard.
It's okay.
It's okay to cry.
( Crying )
Sometimes all an angel can do is cry with you.
( Crying): Thank you.
Congratulations, Dad.
Thank you.
Daddy,
you promised to tell me a story.
Amy, come here a second, sweetheart. Come on.
Come on, don't be scared.
Attagirl.
Now, look, Grandpa's got something for you here.
Something very special. I'll show you.
AMY: What is it, Grandpa?
LEONARD: Oh, that
is a secret decoder ring,
and you use it when you want to send secret messages.
Like what?
Mm...
( whispering )
What'd he say?
That's a secret between Amy and me.
Now, look, sweetheart.
Grandpa just finished writing this story.
See? You wanna hear it?
"The Sky Is Falling."
What does that mean, Grandpa?
Uh... Tell you what.
Well, once upon a time,
long, long ago...
And to think, all these years,
I thought I had messed things up.
Turned out to be your first shining moment.
Sometimes the only way to get the right perspective
is to let enough time pass.
Fine wine only gets better with age.
Why don't people understand? It's the same thing
with all of God's children?
Tess. Mm?
How old are you?
ANDREW: No, now tell us.
Are we talking centuries or millennia?
Have you ever heard the expression,
"Fools rush in..."
ALL: "Where angels fear to tread."
( laughing )
( cooing )
( heartfelt theme playing )